“Look at the birds of the air ….
And why do you worry about clothes? See how the wild flowers grow. They don´t work or make clothing. But here is what I tell you. Not even Solomon in all of his glory was dressed like one of those flowers …”
Matthew 6.26 , 28f.
Jesus is right. We watch out for so many things, but we don´t notice the little flowers by the wayside. We trample on them negligently. Our eyes are focused on what is ahead of us: our work, our home..The children are waiting…I´ll be too late! But we don´t notice the birds in the sky or the flowers by our feet. The sun, the sunset, the moon, the stars, the mountains, and the sea, the thunderstorms and their striking lightning, the power of a vulcano…we are only vaguely aware of them; – we focus on the serious parts of life.
When I was a child, I had a vivid imagination. I could dissappear into my own dreamworld. I was able to create images from anything, the clouds, the waves, the pattern of the tiles….little miracles were hidden everywhere and I wanted to discover them. I could go on a trip araound the world with just an atlas at hand. I wanted to travel all the way to the Kingdom of Thailand to marry Princess Sirikith.
But when life started to become more serious I lost all my imagination. But Jesus says: “Look at the birds in the sky, learn from the lilies!” – I want to go back to my childhood days, back to noticing the small and plain things, back to a plain way of life. I want to see our creator in all this fantastically beautiful and great creation. I want to see him with my own eyes, the LORD, who reigns over all this so gloriously. Yes, I want to imagine Jesus and what pleases him. I want to revive my imagination and begin to dream again…
Humans are the crown of creation. But when I see an alcoholic who has been drinking for years I find it difficult to see the crown of creation in him. But Jesus can. He can imagine who this man could be one day. And he invests a lot ofï¿œ faith, hope and love in him. Lord, I want to see through YOUR eyes with YOUR imagination.
Yes Jesus, I often think practically and cannot dream any more. Please turn me into a child again so that I can dream! I want to see the clouds and the birds in the sky, I want to see the little flowers and praise You for all of it! I want Your imagination when I see a broken and grubby alcoholic. Lord, I need Your loving eyes and imagination!